"Let go!" Chen Sicheng slammed his palm on the table, causing the cutlery and plates to jump and clink in a series of sharp sounds. Mei Hui, the e-book reader, furrowed her brows and stood up, pointing directly at him. "What do you want?" Qin Feng also rose, a rare occurrence for him—he usually had women stand in front of him. Chen Sicheng paid no attention to the beautiful CEO, instead fixing him with a look of disdain and a challenge. "You're just a decorative figure, a well-dressed pillow—pretty to look at, but useless in practice! Are you scared now? Just say so. Maybe I'll give you a chance if I'm in the mood!" In height, Chen Sicheng, standing at 1.90 meters, was over twelve centimeters taller than Qin Feng and significantly more robust, standing there like a towering iron column. His military background added an unspoken sense of authority and pressure. Qin Feng's face remained calm, his tone neither high nor low. "You're a big guy, I'm telling you—don't push your luck. When people make you a mere tool, you rarely end up well off." Chen Sicheng's expression grew more contemptuous. He snorted, "Young man, think about what's in it for *you*! Don't you think I'm giving you the courtesy of a proper greeting? If you don't mind, I'll settle this with you right here!" Mei Hui shouted, "Where's the manager? Where's the security staff? Get rid of this madman!" The manager and security personnel had already been instructed by Wu Tianyu—how could they possibly step out now? Qin Feng gave her a glance, signaling that they'd been pushed to the limit. He had to do something now—she should step back and keep herself safe, especially from any blood loss. Then, he smiled at Chen Sicheng. To Chen Sicheng, Qin Feng's smile seemed suspiciously cunning—was he about to beg for mercy? As Chen Si Cheng was speculating what Qin Feng would do, Qin Feng suddenly moved, launching a powerful kick that moved with such speed it even left a trailing blur. Chen Si Cheng instinctively stepped back, but it was too late. For such an unexpected assault with no prior warning, the best response wasn't to dodge—it was to rely on his sturdy frame and absorb the impact head-on. He had, however, underestimated the situation. Just as he retreated half a step, his balance momentarily unsteady, Qin Feng's foot landed squarely on his chest. Thud... Chen Si Cheng's solid, tower-like body collapsed backward, sending a table and several chairs flying in all directions, shattering them. This was quite embarrassing—he managed to push himself up with both hands and feet, only to fall again moments later, this time truly unable to rise. Qin Feng had used his full strength in that kick; for most people, such force would have already rendered them unconscious. Chen Si Cheng's ability to remain conscious was already a remarkable achievement. In the control room, Wu Tianyu stared in disbelief—he simply couldn't believe what he was seeing! He had visited the military garrison numerous times to see his cousin Chen Sicheng, who often fought off seven or eight special forces troops at a time, with at least dozens of victories to his name. Wu Tianyu knew Qin Feng was capable, but he trusted his cousin Chen Sicheng more—how could an amateur possibly stand a chance against a regular army unit? Of course, if it weren't for Qin Feng's sudden assault and Chen Sicheng's poor response, this kick would have only sent him staggering a few steps back. All the guests in the restaurant were stunned—such a high-end dining venue, and yet someone had resorted to physical combat! Where were the manager and the owner? What were they doing? Qin Feng raised his hand and clapped several times, then boomed, "Everyone, please continue dining. This restaurant's owner is a real turtle—born to be a turtle! Just ignore him, as if nothing has happened!" With that, he took Mei Hui's hand and sat down together, resuming their meal. Wu Tianyu was furious—there was nothing more humiliating for a man than to be called a "wugua" (a term meaning someone as clumsy or useless as a turtle). Most importantly, he couldn't step forward himself; clearly, his nephew had sustained serious injuries, so it would be better if someone from his team handled the situation. He needed to get the nephew to the hospital immediately and make sure nothing went wrong. "He's already called for help. Shouldn't we call a few more people over too, so they know we're not easy to intimidate?" Qin Feng deliberately spoke loudly. "No! If you can't win on your own and just rely on calling in reinforcements to maintain appearances, that's truly lackluster!" Chen Sicheng's face turned crimson. He had already made the call, and though he couldn't swallow his pride, the sudden footstep earlier had left him breathless and agitated ever since. Fifteen minutes later, a convoy of military vehicles stopped at the restaurant's entrance, and dozens of special forces troops jumped down. Guests began to settle their bills and leave. Mei Hui gasped, saying, "It's actually military personnel from the military district! This time, we've really gone too far!" Qin Feng had sensed from the beginning that Chen was a military man. What was so extraordinary about that? For years, the nation had been emphasizing harmony—military personnel, by nature, were inherently sources of disharmony. Any slight overstep would only amplify that sense of imbalance. "Major, who has the nerve to physically confront you like that?" A loud voice rang out, and within seconds, dozens of special forces troops had cordoned off the restaurant, creating a tight perimeter. To onlookers, these soldiers clearly demonstrated high military discipline. Yet in Qin Feng’s eyes, their so-called encirclement was riddled with flaws—within less than a minute, he could easily break free. These special forces had never actually fought on a real battlefield, and that alone made them no match for Qin’s younger brother. Back when he had successfully carried out the assassination of the Director of MI6, he had managed to escape the relentless pursuit of dozens of elite operatives, each of whom was a master at handling multiple opponents. "That young man—capture him and bring him to the military district detention center!" Chen Sicheng barked, his voice rising so sharply that he felt a tightness in his chest and had to clear his throat. Leading the charge was a man wearing the rank of captain, the team’s commanding officer. With his superior being struck down, how could he possibly remain indifferent? He raised his hand and commanded, "Seize him!" "Once we bring them back and get them to the military district, Chen Sicheng will have all the power he wants to shape them however he pleases." "Who do you think dares to say that?" Mei Hui stood up again. This made Qin Feng feel rather discouraged. Hui, even though you're a few years older than my husband, you shouldn't be stepping on my toes like this! Men always value their dignity—perhaps it's time I gave you a lesson at home.